There are different kinds of wrong. The people sinned against are not always the best.
There isn't much to say. I haven't been at all deedy.
We are always children to our mothers.
At a certain point my novels set. They set just as hard as that jam jar. And then I know they are finished.
If I were not a child with my parents, they would be more unloving toward me.
Most of the pleasure of making a book would go if it held nothing to be shared by other people. I would write for a few dozen people, and sometimes it seems that I do so, but I would not write for no-one.